New Year's Eve was quite nice. I took care of my Catholic business with a vigil Mass(January 1 is a Holy Day of Obligation on the Catholic Calendar. They keep changing exactly which one it is, but it's still on the schedule.) From thence, I went with the parentals, big brother and sister-in-law and had a lovely dinner at Le Giverny. Then I went to Kavarna to see The Shanghai Gesture, The Pin-Ups and Lust play. Didn't kiss anybody at midnight, but did get a hug goodnight from a hot mod boy that I'd been mooning over for most of the evening.

So this was the plan for my shiny New Year's Day--spend the day cleaning my place and setting goals for 2009.

This is what actually happened--the cold I'd been staving off for the past several days walloped me full force, leaving me a coughing, hacking mess. So I grabbed a gallon of citrus punch and I've been swilling it down steadily over the course of the day.

The condo is still a mess. But I do have Saturday.

My dear friend Rob has decided to spend 2009 reading all 300 issues of the comic book epic Cerebus and has chosen to blog about the process: